Threats (open)

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco stalked into the dimly-lit store, his gaze calculating as he peered around. The floor was covered in a fine layer of dust, he noticed with a scowl, and thus tread carefully up to the counter, not exactly eager to get his feet filthy for reasons such as untidy store keeping. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he caught a glimpse of a rat running across the length of the store, over to a small hole in the corner. Pleasant, he thought with an eye roll, before finally reaching the counter and rapping on it twice.

"Borgin!" he called in his best commanding voice, and the stooped man appeared from the back room, the door squeaking all the while. He looked in that direction with distaste before his gaze reached the shop owner, though the expression on his face didn't soften, despite the fact that he'd bowed and begun rambling on about how it was a pleasure to serve him, and my, hasn't he grown. Of course he'd grown-- after all, he was a 17-year-old boy-- and of course it was a pleasure. How often did he come across someone as noteworthy as a Malfoy? Judging by the appalling state of the store, he decided with a sneer, not often enough.

"I need something clever." he told the shop keeper, cutting across as the latter continued on his rantings about the new batch of goblets he'd received, shipped all the way from Bulgaria. After all, he was hardly interested in goblets; they wouldn't get the job done. His failure at killing Dumbledore was haunting him, and he needed to be successful this time, though without anyone else knowing about it until the Dark Lord was in power. And for this, he needed Borgin's help. So, he followed silently as the man walked around, showing him the different options he had.

[Demetria Lestrange]

"Miss Lestrange.." A voice carried after Demeter as she quickened her pace down Knockturn alley. She proffered Knockturn Alley to Diagon Alley it was one place that you were sure to not bump into any mudblood.

"Demi..."

She stopped walking, now Demeter had a very short temper and it was easy to wind her up, but the quickest way to wind her up was to call her Demi, when you weren't one of the select few that had the option to call her that. She turned round. "What part of stay away from me, do you not understand?" She said with a snap, her eyes flashed very dangerously. "Did I not make it clear that I would blow up every part of your body piece by piece if you dared come near me again?" She said with a raised eyebrow.

He quickly let go of her arm, which he had grabbed hold of to talk to her. "Next time I won't warn you." She said smoothly before she turned and carried on walking. She needed something interesting. One shop she could count on getting something from was Borgin and Burkes.

She walked in the shop, the bell going off as she walked in. She couldn't say she was surprised to see her cousin there. "Hey cous." She said as she walked over to the counter. She knew that he had failed to kill Dumbledore, she had watched as he had been tortured by the Dark Lord. She was cold hearted and loved to hear the scream from someone getting tortured but seeing Draco in pain, had broken her heart. He was her cousin and he had always been there for her. Seeing him like that had effected her.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco vaguely heard the bell sound from behind him, signaling someone entering the store, but found it more annoying than helpful. How on Earth could he listen to Borgin's incessant babbling-- which, though frustrating in and of itself, was at least helpful in finding him something suitable for his job-- when there were distractions all around him? The bell wasn't helping anyone, for Borgin only came to the front of the store if you called for him specifically anyway.

He was about to tell off the man for the ignorance of placing the bell above the door when he heard the words from behind him, recognizing the voice instantly, as he'd grown up hearing it. He turned around and offered her a smile-- a real one, not one of his infamous smirks-- though was careful not to let Borgin see. After all, a smile could ruin the entire effect he had on the man. "Demi." he said, with a nod. "Hold on for a minute."

He turned his attention back to the man, who was attempting to show him one of the aforementioned goblets. Draco arranged his facial features into a scowl as he glanced from the shining cup to the aged man's face, then rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "Are you dim, Borgin? I asked for something clever, and you show me a goblet? Though, I can't suppose I can expect you to realize the difference." he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as the man apologized profusely and returned the goblet to the shelf. Draco's already limited patience was waning with each visit to the store, it seemed; not once had he found something suitable since the necklace incident.

[Demetria Lestrange]

She returned a small smile, careful to make sure that borgin did not see. She had a reputation to keep, and she wasn't about to let it change just like that, As far as borgin was concerned she was cold, cruel and completely heartless, Demi was going to keep it that way. She nodded when Draco was going to be with her in a minute. She turned her attention to some of the things on the counter. So that she could still hear the conversation but it wasn't obvious that she was listening.

She smiled when Draco asked if borgin was dim, that much was obvious. Borgin was very dim, She turned round and raised an eyebrow when borgin started waffling on. She rolled her eyes 'blah, blah, blah blah.' She thought to herself. "Borgin!.. my family has kept you in business for god knows how long and sold you many things over the years. Now my cousin here asked for something useful and clever." She said smoothly. "Now you can either get him what he wanted or we're going to take our business else where." She said folding her arms. The shop however was certainly going down hill for selling useful things.

She walked over to one of the cabinates, glancing though them as she went along. "my mother really isn't going to pleased when she hears you were been unhelpful."

[Draco Malfoy]

As Demi spoke, Draco kept a cold gaze on Borgin's face. For a split second, he thought he caught a glimpse of defiance; but, as quickly as it had come, it fled from his features once more, and was replaced by a look of fear mingled with cowering submission. After all, not only would the shop likely go out of business without their families buying their supplies there, no one wanted to get on the bad side of Bellatrix Lestrange. Nor anyone related to her, he liked to think, for even though they were still students, Draco and Demi had an awful lot of influence over the man.

Seeing where she was going with this, Draco stolled purposefully over to his cousin and took her upper arm, gently leading her towards the door. "I see we're going no where with this. We won't be coming back." he told the man coldly over his shoulder, though stopped walking with a smirk on his face as, just as he'd expected, the shopkeeper hurried towards them, apologizing and insisting he had something to suit their needs.

Draco released his hold on his cousin and grinned at her mischeviously, careful to hide it from view of the man, then turned to him, his face stony once more. "Well, make it quick then, Borgin, I've got other business to attend to. And it'd better be something worthwhile, or you'll pay for wasting my time." he sneered, watching in obvious amusement as the man scampered off towards the back room.

[Demetria Lestrange]

Demi had saw the slight look of defiance on the man's face, just because she looked sweet and innocent did not mean that she was. Demeter Lestrange was truely her mother's daughter. Not only had she inherited her mother's looks she had also inherited her mother's extremely short temper. No one wanted to get on Bellatrix's bad side and people were learning that her daughter was just as bad. Even if Demi was still only at school, she was a murderer. She had taken the lives of several muggles and mudbloods in her little games but not before she had tortured them so they particularly begged her for death.

She let her cousin gently lead her over to door. She smiled slightly as Borgin quickly headed over to them. Demi noticed that he was careful to not touch her while he apologized and kept insisting that he had something to suit them. She quickly covered her smile so that she face remained emotionless as usual. Her mother's voice went though her head reminding her that it wasn't wise to show emotion.

She smiled once Borgin hurried into the back room. "Works every time.." She said softly to him. She had to had to hide her amusement as he could be heard crashing around in the room looking for something. Apart from her mother's temper she had also inherited her mothers laugh. Which was all very well but it was more of a cackle.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco chuckled at her comment, though made sure it was during one of the particularly loud crashes sounding from the back room, just to make sure the man didn't hear it. After all, the entire effect of their yelling at him would be ruined by the sound of laughter, and if the man didn't think to take them seriously, they'd have to resort to force. And, despite whatever could be said about him, he wasn't much for torture unless forced to. He knew Demi would have no problem doing the honors, but even just witnessing it would likely cause nightmares for a week.

"Exactly." he agreed with a hint of amusement in his eye, though made sure his face was cold and stoic. Finally, after about five more minutes (and countless other crashes and muffled curses), Mr. Borgin burst through the door, looking rather pleased with himself. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Lestrange." he greeted them again, bowing to each in turn.

"Get on with it." he told the man coldly, leaning back against a blank stretch of wall and keeping his arms crossed loosely over his chest. He kept his gaze on the object the man had brought out: it was covered in a blanket, and when it was opened, it was simply a box, with a pentagram engraved on the front of it in what seemed to be blood. "What is it?" he asked sharply, glancing over at Demi, in case she had any idea.

[Demetria Lestrange]

Demi had to turn away from her cousin as he was making her making her laugh. The sound of laughter wasn't something that she wanted Borgin to hear. It would ruin the effect that they were having on Borgin and she found it very entertaining to see him running round after them. Of course Demi didn't need an excuse to torture Borgin, she would take great pleasure in doing so. Like her mother she was sadistic, though she may be slightly mad, she wasn't as mentally unbalanced like Bellatrix.

Her face returned it her usual emotionless expression when Borgin made a reappearance. "This better be good Borgin, I have better things to be doing with my time, than spending it here." She said simply. Her dark eyes looking at the old wizard who had wasted their time so many times. She lent on her elbows against the top of the counter, her patience and interest was quickly going.

Hey eyes fell on the object he had brought out, now that had caught her attention. She shrugged when Draco asked what it was. "Going to tell us what it is and what it does..." or what it was meant to do because knowing borgin it wouldn't work as well as it was meant to. "Or do we have to guess? and I hate guessing games."

[Draco Malfoy]

Borgin seemed more intimidated by Demi than Draco, he noticed with a scowl. It was understandable, of course; being a Lestrange was simply more frightening than being a Malfoy these days. It was a pity, though, as he was trying to work on looking powerful. Oh well, he thought as he picked the box up from the shaking man's hands. He atleast had the Dark Mark to 'persuade' people, if all else failed.

Borgin stared with wide eyes as he turned it over in his hands, examining it from all angles, before placing a hand on the lid and beginning to pry it open. Immediately, the shop keeper pounced, shutting the box once more, his hands over Draco's. He found he didn't appreciate this much, and quickly yanked both the box and his hands out of his grasp, looking disgusted.

The man was now shifting his weight from foot to foot, practically quivering. "Sorry, Mister Malfoy, I apologize. But you cannot open the box... It's an ancient artifact, coming from the most hidden depths of--" Draco cut him off at this point. "I don't need the history, you prat, I need to know what it does." he snapped, and the man apologized once more.

"It's called the Haunted box. Whoever happens to be in the room when it is opened is put under a curse, and on the fifth day, they suffer a terrible and excruciating death." he explained. This, despite his frustration with the whole ordeal, caught Draco's interest, and he glanced at Demi before he responded. "And you're sure this works, does it? Whoever opens it with certainly die, no matter what?" And the elder man nodded.

[Demetria Lestrange]

While people was very intimidated by Demi, not that anyone could blame them when she had Bellatrix Lestrange as a mother. She didn't have the Dark Mark yet, both Draco and Damian had got theirs but Bellatrix had insisted that she wait until she had graduated Hogwarts. Much to Demi's dis-pleasure her mother wasn't going to change her mind. She stepped closer when Draco took the box, clearly showing some kind of interest in the thing.

Her hand automatically went for her wand when Borgin went to grab the box, it was a natural reflex. Her dark eyes going dangerously coldly, if looks could kill then Borgin wouldn't stand a chance. She rolled her eyes when he apologized and went into history of where it came from, it was like been at school in history of magic which she frequently fell asleep in.

"Haunted box?" She questioned "So its like that cursed necklace you sold Draco last year." The curse on the box did however obtain her attention. "How many lives has it claimed already?" She asked looking at Borgin.

"Difficult to say Miss Lestrange. But it is certain that it works."

Demi glanced at Draco, it sounded convincing. But it wouldn't be first time he had sold them something that didn't work.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco weighed his options, and the probability of this working. Though he hated to admit it, Dumbledore was a clever man, and something like the cursed necklace just wouldn't work; he knew about it, and therefore would expect it. On the other hand, it wasn't much like the necklace. After all, they could touch it, and a box would be much easier to disguise than the jewelry. Nonetheless, there was always the possibility that he'd know what it was right off the bat, or that someone he wouldn't want to kill be in the room with him at the time. Though, he could always warn those he wouldn't want dying in advance...

And, of course, there was always the chance that Borgin was lying through his teeth, and the box could not work at all. He glanced over at Demi, waiting for a suggestion that was sure to come. Or, that he hoped would come, atleast. He couldn't afford another mistake, and he certainly wasn't going to waste his money on something if it didn't work, or could definately go wrong.

He caught his cousin's gaze and held it for a few moments, silently urging her for opinions, before turning back to Borgin. "And how much?" "2500 galleons, sir. But for you, I can cut it to 1500." A decent amount of money, Draco thought bitterly; nothing he couldn't afford, of course, but he had to be sure it would work properly. So, with a cold "Hold on" towards the shopkeeper, he walked over to the far corner of the store, gesturing for Demi to follow so they could discuss it.

[Demetria Lestrange]

If they bought the box then they would have one hell of a job getting it into Hogwarts. Particularly with all the security that was there now, funny that with all that security and Demeter still attended Hogwarts. Dumbledore may be clever but his huge downfall and their advantage was that he did see the best in people. That was if it even worked - they could go to all that trouble to get it in to Hogwarts and then it not working. They wouldn't have another chance then.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, usually she was a good judge on if someone was lying to her or not. She wasn't getting anything from Borgin to say whether he was lying though his teeth though as her mother said you could never really trust him and it was very hard to get Demeter's trust in the first place. "One second." She said to Borgin before turning to Draco. She followed her cousin to the other corner of the room so that they were out of the shop keeper's ear shot.

"Even if it does work, we're going to have a hell of a job getting it into Hogwarts." She said folding arms, while making sure that she kept her voice low enough so that Borgin didn't hear her. "I don't trust in one little bit." she said simply. Of course the only up side to it not working was that either she had an excuse to torture Borgin or she could just get her mother. Borgin was much more scared of Bellatrix than her.

[pansy]

Natalie walked toward Borgon's shop with a black case in her hand containing a family heirloom that had belonged to her late grandfather her father had given her strict orders ton sell it so that's what she was going to do, since Mr Borgon was the only person that actually bought that sort of thing she thought of his store 1st. Hearing Draco talk with Demi she smiled a little placing a strand of hair behind her ear as she put her hood down it had been raining all day, her hair normally became frizzy if it got wet so she chose to ear a cloak with a hood in order to avoid that problem.

'' I'd like to sell this to you for a decent price, I don't expect to be ripped off. You rip me off bad things will happen are we clear?'' Natalie asked her eyes as dark as could be she never played games with anyone if you ripped her off your life would be a living hell, her family could be just as bad or worse then Draco's or Demi's besides it was obvious Natalie wasn't a force to be reckoned with.

'' Yes Miss Pearce..'' Borgon said gulping as he took the object from the case admiring it he smirked slightly ignoring the conversation isn't wasn't his business, he had a customer a very well respected customer one he wouldn't rip off mainly because he feared her. After giving the object a fairly through examination he handed her a fairly large amount of Money then walked to the back coming back out he noticed she was still there.

Natalie smiled putting the money in her purse as she blended into the shadows a little hiding her face with the cloak once again in order to avoid her friend, Draco she didn't need them to know she was here besides if Draco saw her she knew word would get to her mother who often worried about her when she sold things for her father but she could clearly handle her own she wasn't a child.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco hadn't even thought of the task of getting it into Hogwarts. It was true; security had tightened drastically in the past few years, and something with this powerful of dark magic-- if it worked, granted-- would be detected in seconds, and he'd be in serious trouble. Even if he Imperiused someone else to bring it in, as he did to Katie Bell, there would still be the task of getting it past the security sensors, and he could think of no way to do that.

"Good point." he muttered to Demi simply, then strolled purposefully over to Borgin, the tail of his cloak billowing behind him. "There's no deal." He held up his hand, as the man seemed about to argue, maybe even plead that he take the box. "No. If you speak one more word to us today," he began coldly, gesturing back to his cousin, "I can guarentee you'll be begging for death. There's no deal."

Leaving the man looking terrified, he turned back around, catching a glimpse of someone hiding in the shadows at the far end of the store, but he couldn't see the face, so he paid her no mind. After all, everyone seemed to threaten Borgin, so it wasn't as though the mystery person would give him trouble about that. Instead, he walked back over to Demi and nodded to her. "Let's go pick up a firewhiskey." he offered.

[pansy]

Natalie lowered her hood it had stopped raining outside as she stepped from the shadows her purse clenched in her hands she smiled a little tapping Draco on the shoulder while he was waiting for his cousin to respond, as she waited for him to realize it was her that had hidden in the shadows she tightened her grip on the purse looking at the watch she had been given for her fifteenth birthday.

'' Oh Come on Draco..'' Natalie thought to herself clicking her tongue she rolled her eyes, tapped him on the shoulder once again only this time hard enough to really get his attention she wanted to speak with him about something it wasn't like they hadn't been dating for the last two years they just never saw much of each other well they did but only at dinner parties held by her parents the middle of every month but so far her parents had made the plans which sort of pissed her off a little but at the same time she just wanted to see Draco.

Natalie figured if her parents did make the plans the Malfoy's would be invited they always were, then of course the Lestrange family would be invited it was open to the wizarding community as well but it was mostly powerful wizarding families that got invitations to the Pearce dinner parties. If you didn't get an invitation that meant you weren't invited, since the place was heavily guarded you couldn't get in without one either so you might as well be on your way.

[Demetria Lestrange]

Demeter could be smart when she wanted to be... well what was she kidding she was smart anyway. Half the time at Hogwarts she just didn't try - she had better things to do with her time than study. She smirked as Draco told borgin there was no deal - if the boxed worked then it would have been a good plan though the problem was actually getting the thing in to Hogwarts without it been detected. Now that was mission impossible.

A lot of her friends threatened the person that they were dealing with setting Demi on to them. Being a Lestrange was very intimidating to other people and she was nearly as skilled with a wand as her mother. She had the sadistic personality to match. "I could do with a firewhiskey." It wasn't often that Demi would turn down a firewhiskey - she had been drinking the stuff even before she had turned 17.

"Hey Nat." She said simply. Natalie had been best friends with Demi since their first year and Natalie was probably one of few people that Demi actually trusted.

[pansy]

'' Hey Demi.'' Natalie said smiling as she waited for Draco to realize she was standing behind him she rolled her eyes then took a stand next to her best friend one of the few people invited to dinner parties her parents held of course it was always an open invite for the Malfoy's as well as the Lestrange's they didn't need invitations while others did, if they didn't get one then that was their problem because honestly it meant they weren't worthy of society least not the wizarding society that is so that meant you weren't worthy of a Pearce dinner party. She didn't know what to say at the moment but as she waited for Draco to realize she was now standing next to her best friend she clenched the purse even tighter with her hands looking around the store, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco visibly tensed as he felt someone tap his shoulder, unaware of who it was. But, in his mind, at that moment, it didn't particularly matter. They were likely someone below him in status, or Borgin himself, and where did anyone get off actually touching him? Very few people indeed were permitted to actually approach him in a friendly manner, so even a poke on the shoulder was an outrageous idea. He turned, his mouth forming a perfect scowl, ready to tell the mystery person off...

..When his gaze landed on Natalie. He currently had mixed feelings about the girl: there was no doubt that some sort of attraction was there, no matter how feeble, but he liked to think that happened with all Slytherin girls that weren't related to him. And, though they'd been technically dating for years now, he'd come to think of the relationship was a vague thought in the back of his mind; after all, it hadn't stopped him from flirting with and kissing other girls, but he decided it was in his best interest to keep that bit of information from her.

"Hey." he said, allowing his face to relax into a smirk, as they were still in public, and a smile would be out of the question where someone else could actually witness it. He greeted her with a quick peck on the lips, then glanced at Demi and nodded, before turning back to Natalie. "We're going to the Three Broomsticks. Come on." he ordered, leading the way out the door, though holding it open for the other two, leaving Borgin staring after them.

[Demetria Lestrange]

Demi smirked as she saw Draco tense at the tap on the shoulder. She knew of course that technically Natalie and Draco where dating, why they bothered however was beyond Demi because neither of them were faithful in anyway. Demeter couldn't talk so she kept out of it, Though if they did split up and the split up was particularly nasty, she knew that she would end up getting stuck in the middle and have to take sides which even though she was best friends with Natalie, and she was her bestest friend in the whole wide world - she would have to side with Draco, he was family.

"Come on Nat firewhiskeys are on Draco." She said following Draco out of the door. "And if we're lucky there might be a mudblood or two to torture." She said with a cruel smirk. Like her mother she had a love for the Cruciatus Curse, and to have her victims begging her for mercy. It was entertaining to see how long it took till they screamed.